Sherlock is telepathic, John's a broadcasting empath, and both of them really ought to keep their secrets hidden. Somehow, though, it doesn't work out that way. (First installment in my parapsychology AU, in which several of the main Sherlock cast have psychic powers. I'm intending an assortment of short stories in the same universe, but not necessarily one continuous plot.)

Sherlock's impossible demands for silence when he's thinking give John an idea: if John can't stop making noises, at least some earplugs can stop Sherlock from hearing them. Sherlock responds well to sensory deprivation, as it turns out - really, surprisingly well. John can't help but take it to the next level . . .

The danger of having a detective for a flatmate is that he's liable to notice *everything.* Which is why John is less than thrilled when Sherlock comes across him browsing a sex toy shop. As it turns out, Sherlock is indeed able to deduce quite a bit about John's sex life based on what toys he was looking at - so Sherlock buys all the important ones. Surely John will get the hint.

John's off-handed threat to tie Sherlock up spirals a bit out of control. Or maybe neither of them were all that in-control to start with. Either way, it ends up with Sherlock tied to a chair, John being delightfully creative, and Sherlock doing his darndest (and failing miserably) to stay aloof and unaffected. Which is hard when you have a lapful of very warm, VERY horny flatmate.

Sherlock blurts out some private details about John's sexual habits, during a case, in front of Greg and Sally. John is furious that Sherlock would let the Yard assume he had first-hand knowledge of John's behavior in bed, but Sherlock doesn't see what the problem is - he's deduced everything already, so why hide it? Especially when he's got some suggestions of his own . . .

It's been months since John's last got off properly (i.e. not just by himself), and he's more than a little frustrated. Sherlock is out of town on a case, but deduces the reason for John's mood and bluntly offers to help via text. Smutty little lemon with some humor (it's Sherlock, after all!) and delightfully explicit without actually being all that naughty, anatomically speaking.

Sherlock believes profanity is the refuge of a lesser mind. John tries to prove that profanity and precision both have their place. John talking dirty can get *anyone* going, even a "married to his work" detective . . . and then Sherlock returns the favor. (He's not very good at it.)

John walks in after work to find Sherlock in a rather compromising position. And Sherlock needs his help - for an "experiment." Right. Luckily, John swears he's not gay . . . (M for content and language.)

Sort of AU in which the Doctor has lost River, and then finds her with no memory of who she is, who he is... oh, and she's working in a strip club. Shameless smut but with an actual plot attached to it and everything.

Just some fluffy, lemony, slashy smut, Christmas style. What happens when Amy leaves Rory's Christmas List laying around for the Doctor to see? You didn't really believe he didn't have one did you? **UPDATED with Second Chapter** now includes what happens when Amy comes home. 11/Rory, Amy/11 11/Amy/Rory

A Johnlock. Sherlock has been "dead" for about a year and a half and John is having a hard time accepting it, trying to wrestle with his possible feelings for him. Sherlock finally comes home and the reunion is more intimate than either expected.

When John refuses to reveal details about his new love interest, Sherlock investigates. What he uncovers may forever change the lives of London's favorite detective and his faithful blogger. Rated M for chapter 5.

Sherlock is surprised by his absurd reaction to John's accident. Hand holding ensues, followed by awkward self-discovery and a healthy dose of angst. This story is rated M for chapters 5 and onward. Johnlock, m/m Slash, sexual themes, language. If this is not your cup of tea, please do not read. ***Update: smutty epilogue posted as chapter 15***

"That's my scarf." "Yes, it is," John purred, stroking the fabric where it draped across his stomach. "I thought we might try something new tonight." John slid his hand further south. / Just a little ficlet, drabble. Enjoy :)